A letter from July 26th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I made poetry or poem idk Pass by What was the reason? Why do i ******* feel pink Carnations? Where did it go wrong? When did we really become friends? How did we part ways? Who changed you? Is it him? Is it she? Is it them or is it just me? I hope i treated you more than enough to call me a best friend. I wish i was better enough. I wish i could go turn back the times where we were friends you know. Why do we remorse on something that already happened. Maybe guilt. Everything happens for a reason. Wonder why we crossed paths? Maybe because we only met for a brief period of time and just pass by like stranger in the unknown crowd. Thank you. I'm Just thankful for being a friend. My dear best friend